#like shrek

[snedgehogs]

i know next to nothing about mighty the armadillo but i love his ears i wanna stick my fingers in them so bad

[jayteu]

Feelin green

[ill-sleep-when-im-dead-again]

psychosomatic

he was dreaming. The edges of his vision hazy, glowing, the time seeming to expand and contract as he walked the hallways, the stairs, more rooms, until he hit the ops center trap door.

He was on the roof. It was terribly dark. The air was electric, the clouds churned. Soft halos of incandescent street lamps peaked over the lip of roof, dissipating before they reached him. He felt a terrible itch. Danny felt like a doorknob shocked him, that single second eternal and all up his arm.

He thought he was going to jump out of his skin. His scar, in fact, that had faded so nicely since the accident last month, seemed to be very eager to do that. It was raised now. Throbbing in time with the static in his chest, the static he ignored every day. He was *fine*, nothing weird to see here. Danny felt like his skin as too tight. It was... Glowing? No, no, it's not supposed to be-

Danny nearly ripped his shirt off, and yes, the entire scar up his chest, to his neck where he couldn't get an angle on it anymore. Totally glowing. He tries to speak but it's a dream. He can't run or scream. Only witness. The glow became more intense; a web of lightning bursting at the seams.

~~~

It was so green. He closed his eyes and the afterimage was nothing but green. He didn't remember much of that day. Sam and Tucker filled him in later.

"We just wanted to see the portal."

"you said, 'it's just a fancy, blinking arch. The friggin' thing doesn't work. I swear, it's like their third child. Mom and Dad have practically moved down here to work on it.'"

"you put on your suit. You went inside it-"

"I goaded you on, I should have listened to you but I want to take pictures-"

"you tripped-"

"it was a mess down there dude-"

"you caught yourself, you said, 'see nothing to worry.'"

"and you leaned on the wall-"

"oh god they put the BUTTON inside the damn thing, you looked confused-"

"I'm so sorry, I didn't think-"

"the portal's busted, like, really bad-"

"everything was just, green-"

~~~

The portal didn't work. But he dreamed it did. He dreamt of an infinite expanse of green. He was in the hazmat suit again. It reminded him of a cartoon h saw once of a shattered world. Little islands of rock floated across the sky, above, below. He saw some people- people? Probably people- in the distance. Something in the core of his being begged him not to approach them. He did as he was told, for once.

Now, the green was inside him, and it was forever, and he couldn't hold it in anymore. His skin began to peel back. Beneath flesh was pulsing green, inverted sunbeams. Oh god, he was going to die up here. He remembered he had another hand, and tried to clamp the gap closed.

"please," he managed to whisper.

Danny's hand burned. He pulled it back with a hiss. He couldn't look at this, he didn't want to see any of this. His vision was being overtaken by green. A voice echoed.

But he could see a distortion. A bump. Finger tips, clawing at the edges of his biceps, from the inside out. They grasped. They pushed. The static encompassed his whole body. He was being pulled apart like putty. Danny could screamed now, and boy, did he scream.

His back arched more than he thought possible, and the scar widened, a violent slash of green across his pale form. An entire arm shot out, followed by a head. The light was so bright he could not large distinguish details. He thought he would rip open completely.

He stopped registering the actions that were happening. All there was was light and static and the feeling that he was about to catch himself during a fall. His scrambled thoughts tried to hold himself together.

~~~

He woke up in his bed. Sweating. Tshirt half off. It was blessedly dark in his room. Panicked hands cradled his arm, his chest. Smooth. Almost invisible. Nothing to see here. No spooky ass hands or Great Gatsby metaphors to see here.

It was just Danny, and he had another nightmare. He just had to be logical. Surely, the gaping wounds would still be there. The lightning under his skin was nothing. Actually, this was the least he felt it in weeks, he thought.

And if he could think, he was not dead. He breathed, the exercises Jazz forced him to learn. Slow breath in. Hold. Slow breath out. Count it nice and even. Fuck, he's never gonna tell her this helps, he'll never hear the end of it. Just like he's never telling his parents he super fucked up the portal, because then they will end *him*.

It was 4 am. He had a few more hours until he got up. Maybe he'd have a better dream. He fixed his shirt, sipped the water at his nightstand, and went back to bed.

It was 4 am. It was over a month since his heart last beat. But if he didn't think about it, he was fine.

[farmerstansandbarefeet]

“I like that boulder, that is a nice boulder”

[ryusxnka-moved]

"Hitsugaya-kun, do you want to test my cake? It's made with onions and chocolate." Gentle smile upon her physiognomy as she offers him a plate. [R-U-N SHIRO]

                      H is stomach abruptly churns, nauseates, the very instant the baked delicacy, laid atop a plate, was enthusiastically presented to him - Alike an ocean wave overflowing the sands, it ripples, swirls uncontrollably, compelling sharp sickening edges to pierce through his innards – conceived by a sole assault of the  insufferable redolence of onions. –  A repugnant fragrance not so evasive notwithstanding its utilization.  ——  Not even that of the chocolate’s scent could overcome it and he was not one for such tasteless legumes. “ I- Uh … “ He must hastily think up of a convincing enough justification that would not entirely shackle her ‘gainst disheartened grounds.  –  As much as he loathed tugging at her cords of naivety,  he couldn’t put himself through another lengthy night, sitting on the toilet due to food poisoning, of agony. 

                    “ I’m not feeling so well at the moment.                                                                                    Mind putting it away for me for another time? “

[ciaosucker-moved]

i have a url for halloween..... but i want onions on it

[yogihottie]

Ogres are like onions. Onions means nobody gets left behind, or forgotten.

[apologieslogan]

cool: not liking certain celebrities because of minor things

uncool: making fun people who do like those celebrities

very uncool: supporting celebrities who are known racists, homophobes, sexist, transphobia, xenophobes, etc. who have no intentions of changing their ways

most uncool: defending celebrities and getting mad at people who are directly affected by the celebrities “morals” because you come from a place of privilege and don't think it should matter just because it doesn't matter to you